The story that follows is from my friend Lydia:
On the last day of our vacation on the West Coast, we were having dinner at our friend’s house. It was a noisy get together with seven adults and eight kids. We had already swam in the pool, the kids pulled out every single toy into the yard to play with; now it was time to eat!!
We all gathered around the table and started to prepare plates for the kids. While the adults were all preoccupied with the meal, I didn’t realize my daughter had started to pet our friend’s dog. In the midst of all the activity, I heard a quick, “Ruufff!!!” No big deal, right?
The dog had, in one swift move, snapped at my daughter and bit her in the face. It was so fast, no one actually saw the bite occur, but my husband noticed right after the fact. My daughter began to cry. She had her hands over her face as my husband swept her up into his arms.
I couldn’t tell how badly she was bitten. We took her into the kitchen and started to rinse her wounds in the sink. She cried even louder, either from the stinging of the wounds or just the shock of the cold water. With her hands away from her face, I had a better gauge of where exactly on her face the wounds were.
There was so much blood.
I could tell my husband was incredibly distressed and worried. However, I felt strangely calm. I knew from her cry that it was a pain cry, not an intense pain, but a “really big booboo” kind of a cry. I also knew that from the location of her wounds, it wasn’t too serious, it was just skin.
Don’t get me wrong. It sucked and I wished it hadn’t happened at all, but I’m glad it was her nostril and her cheek and not her eyeball. I didn’t care if it would scar. I didn’t care if we had to be at the hospital all night. I KNEW in my heart that Everything would be all right. I KNEW my daughter would heal. I KNEW God was with us. I just KNEW.
That was my Trust Life moment.
So we spent that night in the emergency room. I felt mostly relief as the hospital staff confirmed that there was no serious damage. We played “I, Spy” and told stories while waiting for the pediatric plastic surgeon. (Who knew they specialize like that?) I spent the night singing all the Top 40 toddler favorites.
-as told by Lydia about her daughter Alyssa
Lydia tells this story in such a factual and raw way. To end it here would definitely work, but I feel compelled to briefly share what was happening on my end. We were living in the UK when this happened. I was feeling pretty out of touch with my girlfriends back home, so I was super happy to receive an email from Lydia – and look – there are pictures attached! Open the attachment and T-O-T-A-L recoil. I could NOT believe that was Alyssa’s face. I mention this to make a point: to actually SEE the damage, then to hear Lydia tell the story of the trust she felt, well, it’s almost paradoxical. I have to believe this is a prime example of what a KNOWING feels like…just like she described it.
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Lydia for allowing me to share her story with you. I welcome such stories and would be honored to share yours.